Wednesday, August 03, 2005
Somerby Rubs Your Powdered Thighs And Tells You It's Raining
Don't get us wrong: we like The Daily Howler. A lot. Unlike certain blogs we could mention that you're reading right now, he actually does work and genuinely tries to be fair. But could someone explain today's The Daily Howler to us?
The penguin bit, that's obvious. We totally understand that. Who doesn't hate penguin reproduction? Stupid penguins. But we can't understand how he missed the obvious connection to how the press treated Al Gore in 2000. (Hint: absurd reproductive system proves God does not exist.) And, of course, the Palmeiro story is perfectly reasonable: because it is not possible to know who's telling the truth, let's just trust Jose Canseco.
But when he returns, for the second day, to how correct Digby's analysis of Novak-vs-Harlow is, we are left wondering whether he really does mean to single out Digby for his remarkable accuracy when Somerby agrees with only one sentence of the Digby piece. If that is the standard, surely Andromeda, which has over its history produced one accurate sentence, and possibly two if you don't require the accurate words to be consecutive, surely Andromeda is equally deserving of mention. Yet the powdered elitist Howler pampers its thighs too much to notice -- uh, well, we weren't going to talk about that, because the question we have is how can Somerby criticize everything about using Plame's name (even if she wasn't a CIA operative), but then say that the clear partisan gunslinger Novak was perfectly right to use her name? That is, he agrees the fact is not important, he agrees it's only going to be used to smear Joe Wilson's manhood or qualifications, and yet Novak was right to print it.
Among penguins, of course, your manhood and your qualifications are the same things and, interestingly, smearing your manhood is actually part of that complex and beautifully absurd dance known as penguin love. Which, perhaps coincidentally, is also an accurate description of French love, as narrated by Morgan Freeman.
The penguin bit, that's obvious. We totally understand that. Who doesn't hate penguin reproduction? Stupid penguins. But we can't understand how he missed the obvious connection to how the press treated Al Gore in 2000. (Hint: absurd reproductive system proves God does not exist.) And, of course, the Palmeiro story is perfectly reasonable: because it is not possible to know who's telling the truth, let's just trust Jose Canseco.
But when he returns, for the second day, to how correct Digby's analysis of Novak-vs-Harlow is, we are left wondering whether he really does mean to single out Digby for his remarkable accuracy when Somerby agrees with only one sentence of the Digby piece. If that is the standard, surely Andromeda, which has over its history produced one accurate sentence, and possibly two if you don't require the accurate words to be consecutive, surely Andromeda is equally deserving of mention. Yet the powdered elitist Howler pampers its thighs too much to notice -- uh, well, we weren't going to talk about that, because the question we have is how can Somerby criticize everything about using Plame's name (even if she wasn't a CIA operative), but then say that the clear partisan gunslinger Novak was perfectly right to use her name? That is, he agrees the fact is not important, he agrees it's only going to be used to smear Joe Wilson's manhood or qualifications, and yet Novak was right to print it.
Among penguins, of course, your manhood and your qualifications are the same things and, interestingly, smearing your manhood is actually part of that complex and beautifully absurd dance known as penguin love. Which, perhaps coincidentally, is also an accurate description of French love, as narrated by Morgan Freeman.
